Adrian
I don’t recall ever wanting a woman more than I do the one in my arms right now. For whatever reason, she has aroused my interest more than anyone I’ve met in a long time. Maybe ever.
Yet, my son is at the door, asking for me. I haven’t seen him in years. He has rarely sought me out and never for anything other to rage at me for some reason or another. From the panic in his voice, he wants my help.
As much as it pains me, I have to open the door. I look down at the woman in my bed, her lips swollen and cheeks flushed. I know we will probably not be continuing this after my son leaves. Julian has already interrupted us once before and if I choose my son again, she will probably decide to go. But if I can do something to mend the rift between me and my son tonight, that’s a risk
